Golden Boys

Aimless, ain't got no where to go

All my thoughts have gone

Aimless, ain't got no where to go

All my thoughts have gone

Aimless, ain't got no where to go

Ready?Mother

Mary had a son

Whose days were spent on having fun

And Monday he got a letter"You could make yourself feel better”Mother Mary had a manWho healed with healing handsMillions of boys lay deadMother Mary had a babyBut he had his, he’d never tastedHe hunted all the othersThen he hunted all his brothersMother Mary had a manWho healed with healing handsMillions of boys stay deadGo-Go-Golden BoysYou’ve got your war toysLooking straight onAnd with your eyes of blueI will remember youOne for me, one for youMother Mary, babyRock and roll, rock and rollYou know I only want youFor your rock and roll, Mother MaryMother Mary had a manWho healed with pleasing handsMillions of boys stay deadGo-Go-Golden BoysYou’ve got your war toysLooking straight onAnd with your eyes of blueWe’ll do the old one twoOne for me, one for youOne, two, three, goBrother mother baby you’re flipped outYou’re over influencedOne day you will feel itYou will make yourself feel betterMother Mary had a manWho healed with healing handsMillions of boys stay deadMillions of boys stay deadMillions of boys stay dead